Yet all in vaine: there could no parle of peace preuayle,
But on wee marcht agreed each other to assayle.
27.
The feeldes once pight and time of battaile comme,
In place where should bee tryde this quarell sad,
In armour eke the souldiers all and somme,
With all the force that might so soone bee had,
We captaynes vsing speach our men to glad,
T’incourage them with promise proud of lasting fame:
Tweene th’armies both Corwenna stood that noble dame.